Judge, 1914-07-18 · page 11 of 24
Judge — July 18, 1914 — page 11: what you’re looking at
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This page of *Judge* magazine presents several comedic sketches mocking early 20th-century social attitudes, particularly regarding gender roles and courtship. The top cartoon satirizes female materialism: a woman prioritizes bargain shopping over vacation, abandoning seaside relaxation to hunt sales. The poem "The Call of the Wild" ironically contrasts nature's appeal with her obsession with discounted goods. "In the Neighborhood" jokes about social climbing—a family claims old ancestry but is actually among the *last* to arrive (suggesting they're newcomers pretending status). "Coming into Her Own" mocks the "New Woman" of the era. The engaged woman rejects her suitor's self-deprecating question, asserting instead that *he* must prove worthy of *her*—reversing traditional courtship power dynamics in a way the era found humorous and slightly threatening. The final joke about kissing plays on modern women's boldness: rather than demurely accepting or refusing, she demands he prove his intentions work before she commits. These sketches reflect anxieties about changing gender roles as women gained more independence and social agency.
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AFTER THEY HAD KISSED EACH OTHER Madge—I think that hat of yours is too young for you. The Call of the, Wild In the Neighborhood (At the Shore) Hampton—Dinwiddow told me his fam- "SEY are calling, oh, my sisters, ily is a very old one. They were one of 2“ And my cheek in anguish pales, the first to come across. When I think I may be missing Rhodes—The grocer told me yesterday All the August bargain sales! that now they are the last to come across. Think of stacks of silken stockings Cut in half, and blouses, too! Skirts and negligees and girdles— Oh, whatever shall I do? Think of shoes, hats, gloves and curtains, Silks and ‘‘marked dow: ingerie! Each day lost while here I linger Is a treasure lost to me! Huh! vacation! I will leave here! What are the wild waves to me? Get me a time table, porter! What! It’s raining? Yes, I see. They are calling, ‘‘To the station!’” I will plunge through rain and mud, For the bargain-hunting fever Is a-raging in my blood! —Margaret G. Hays. SPB SAID WITHOUT THOUGHT Mr. H. Peck—1 wish I had married a woman pos- sessed of common sense. ‘Mrs. H. Peck—But no woman possessed of com- mon sense would have married you, my dear. Teacher—Tommie, paraphrase ‘‘the coolness arose.’” Tommie—The Boston girl stood up. Marjorie—Oh, so that's the reason you didn’t want to try it on! Coming into Her. Own ‘OMAN is certainly coming into her own. Even in tender romance she is exerting an influence. The young man had just been accepted. In his rapture he exclaimed, ‘‘But do you think, my love, I am good enough for you?’”” His strong-minded fiancee looked sternly at him for a moment and re- plied, ‘‘Good enough for me? You've got to be!"” The Usual Thing Under the blacksmith’s spreading tree The village chestnut stands; A non-progressive gent is he, Whose unaccustomed hands To useful work could not be bound By large, strong iron bands. The Idea! “Would you forgive me if I kissed you?”’ “*How can I tell beforehand?”’ comicbooks.com